March
Brave March is such a show off month
A gusty, blowing, hopeful month
The north wind blows, the south wind blows
And yet I think March really shows
That he intends to clear the ways
To make room for bright Summer Days.
This is the month we hoe the weeds
And sow with trust the tiny seeds
March calls to each of us, prepare
Rise up again and show you care
Don't just Spring clean the house, but find
Those cobwebs also in your mind.